A Snow Day
I opened the front door and winter greeted me with a blast of icy wind. The calendar still says autumn but Mother Nature is a fickle gal.
A blanket of heavy, white winter lay before me. The snowfall muffled the usual noises of far-off traffic and the neighbor’s confused rooster that crows at all hours.
The two bird feeders not far from the house were busier that usual. Birds of all colors, shape and sizes were vying for a space at the troughs of seed. We will need the snow boots to reach them for refilling.
The snow was a welcome distraction. Its crisp white appearance brought beauty to the otherwise bleak landscape of naked trees and drooping rose bushes.
It’s a snow day whether folks acknowledge it on a school calendar. Even if school were in session virtually, you would have little luck keeping youngsters focused on bookwork now. The snow called for a scramble of mittens and scarves and boots that still fit.
Snow shovels and snowboards and sleds were unearthed from their summer hiding places in the garage. Hot chocolate made a return to the kitchen stove.
For a brief time on this day, all our counties were the same color – snow white. For one day we all existed under a heavy, cold blanket sent from the sky. Time to look up, not down. Take time to catch snowflakes on our tongues.
Why not revel in this sign that, despite everything around us in a pandemic, some things are the same. Cold air and moisture still clash and give us a winter scene. Children still go out and play in the snow.
Christmas lights appeared brighter until the snow slipped away with a rise in temperatures. I realize there are a lot of people who hate snow and they flee from it and head south. For others, the snow is a reminder that things can be OK again.
There is hope on the snowy horizon as vaccines are coming forth. Until then, look for the good in the day and stir some marshmallows into that hot chocolate.
Heather Ziegler can be reached via email at email@example.com.